Ok folks, new story! Yay! It's a Godric/OC, with a lot of Eric in it. I have almost 40 pages of it typed so if I hit writers block I still have something to post while in a slump. I hope you guys like it. If anyone reads this and they have their own Godric story would you be kind enough to let me know if I got his 'voice' right? He is a very hard Vamp to type dialog for. :) I did proof read this several times but, if there are any mistakes please let me know, as of right now I don't have a beta so all mistakes are mine. If you spot them I will fix 'em!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, this is all a figment of my over hyperactive mind.

I woke up to darkness; I had no idea where I was. My surroundings felt different than Masters house. Calmer somehow, for the first time in years I was warm! A blanket was wrapped around me, my hair carefully pulled back from my face. I was dreaming I had to be. There was no other reason for me to feel this comfortable. Never had I had a warm blanket before. Or a clean place to lay my head. I definitely did not want to wake from this dream. But something was gently rubbing my face, it was cold. There was a voice talking to me, telling me to wake up.

"Wake up little one, you are safe here. But you must wake up soon, come back from your dreams and join us in darkness Alannah."

Alannah? Who was Alannah? Perhaps I was dead and in a sea of dead bodies waiting for my trip across the River Styx. How sad I would never get there. No one would pay the toll for a slave girl.

"Alannah wake up!"

How odd I would hear voices so nice in the River. The rubbing on my cheek was gone now replaced by a stinging burn, it was becoming bothersome. How was I to enjoy this dream if my cheek hurt? It was all so confusing.

"Alannah, wake-up child. You must wake up. You cannot stay asleep forever Girl-Child."

I have heard that before, Girl-Child. Where have I heard that before? The stinging on my cheek was getting worse.

Godric!

That's who was speaking to me; he called me Girl-Child before, and named me Alannah. I remember it now. I was starting to wake up my eyes would flutter and I caught glimpses of Godric. He looked worried. The stinging on my cheek was once again replaced with coolness. Godric was running a cool cloth down the side of my face, from temple to chin and across my cheek.

"Good girl. Alannah stay awake for me. Can you look at me?"

I nodded my head of course I could look at him. What kind of question was that?

"Your face is badly hurt; I fear it won't heal well on its own."

Godric sounded very upset. Like scars were unheard of to him.

"They are not unheard of Child; I have many scars of my own from when I was human. Your face is hurt very badly; it will leave more than just a scar. I fear it will leave you permanently disfigured, and keep you from using your left eye."

"What's wrong with my eye?" I hadn't noticed I couldn't see out of it. I thought perhaps it was dirty from sleep.

"The wound you have comes from your temple," he gently touched my temple close to my hair line, "down across your eye," his finger ghosted over the eye, "across your cheek and down to your chin."

His fingers traced the line of my wound. It hadn't dawned on me that my speech was slurred due to the wound cutting through my cheek and into my lip. Godric was gentle with me, something I had never experienced before, the pain and damage from my wound was worth this moment of kindness. I would gladly live my last moments if only Godric would continue this kindness he was giving me.

"I will always show you kindness, Girl. That will never change. Your last moments or not, my kindness is yours, and yours alone." It was said like a vow, a promise that would last a lifetime and then more.

It finally made sense what Godric had said in the barn. I could have forever with him and Eric. A chance to know real kindness, a family of my own, not Masters, but "a father, brother, lovers." Godric finished my thought for me. It seemed Godric had a way of reading my mind, how interesting.

"No Little One, he doesn't read minds," Eric had returned from wherever he had gone to, "you simple talk your thoughts out loud," Eric was kneeling next to my bed now, holding my hand, "Godric was right though, we can give you kindness, now until you pass through to the River Styx, or you can have our kindness, love, and a family for eternity."

"Is that what you meant in the barn Godric? When you said I would be the Child of Death's Companion? Your Child?"

Both of them smiled and laughed a little. A knowing look was passed between the two of them, one I wasn't privy too. The endless years they had spent together showed in that one look, like a language only they knew. It was based off hundreds of years together, constant companions that created a language all of their own.

"Not my child. I am death. My companion through the years has always been Eric. It is time he knew the grandeur of being a Maker." Godric was a wise man, I could tell, but this was madness. To be picked as Eric's new creation? He had hardly talked to me in the short time I knew him. Now I was to be his Child.

"A child takes constant attention, loyalty, and determination from a Maker. I have given all of mine to Eric. How would I be able to show both of you the world, and still be a good Maker? Eric will be your Maker, he will show you the world in all its glory, just as I have shown him."

"So you're to leave me once he has made me? I don't want you to leave Godric, I will not be the reason the two of you separate."

"You are brilliant Child, so smart, but in the instance you are wrong. I will not leave you or Eric. We will travel together, walk the stars together, be together. It will be brilliant. I promise."

"Little one," Eric began to speak, "you are injured and I doubt you will survive, I can smell it now, death lingers all around you. I wish there was more time to explain this to you but there isn't you must decide what you want. A life with us, or death here and now, we will not fault you for your answer. After all you have been through we will not force your choice. You have your freedom, now you must decide how long you want it to last."

The choice was easy once Eric put it into terms I could understand, I didn't know it them but that blunt honesty would be the one constant I could always depend on. "Forever Eric, I want to free for eternity. Please help me be free."

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It had been close to a hundred years since Eric turned me; the world was different to me now. I was no longer a slave to a Master, nor to the rules that governed humans. It was exhilarating; the freedom I had was worth every painful moment that led me to Godric and Eric. I was 17 and free. Eric said I was no longer 17, that when you are made Vampire you start to count your age at newborn again. It was a constant tease from him.

His nature changed after he made me. He wasn't the aloof, scary vampire I had first met; he was kind, loving, gentle and patient with me. He showered me in affection, something I had missed out in my human years.

Our bond was constant, if we were in different rooms, I could still feel him. Godric said as time passes the bond will get stronger we will be able to feel each other even when great distances separate us. I told Godric I never wanted to leave them. They had promised me eternity and I would hold them to it.

"You say that now Girl, but eventually a time will come when Eric drives you to madness, and then you will find me and we will be at peace." Trusting Godric was always easy, but this was one time I didn't think he was right. I would never tire of my Viking.

"Go find Eric, he is just coming back with food for you."

"How do you always know when I'm thinking of him, Godric?" It was uncanny how well he knew my expressions.

"You get a look of complete happiness, like the world could fall apart around you and all would be well if Eric was by your side."

"You are right again Godric, someday you will not be right and then I will dance a special dance just to celebrate the moment."

"Dance to celebrate what moment?" My Eric had returned with food for me.

"I will dance when the day comes that Godric is wrong about something."

"Little One, do not get your hopes up. In all my time with him he has never been wrong."

"Don't spoil my fun with truth, please."

"Alright, I won't. Now you should come eat before your food gets cold."

It was always a joke with Eric; I detested the idea of killing humans, not on some moral grounds. No, I detested it because it was too easy for them. How dare they get an easy way out from moments of pain when I endured it for years? Eric did most of the killing for me; Godric said it was part of his job as my Maker. Sometimes Godric would bring me a tasty human, but mostly Eric.

I never could actually feed from a human that we knew would live through my feeding. I preferred to feed from someone I knew would die from it. Eric always made sure I had blood to sustain me, even when I didn't want to feed. On nights like those when the thought of blood from a human made me sick, Eric would let me feed from him. Although it wouldn't sustain me for long his blood made it easier for me to feed from humans, Godric said it was because every time I feed from Eric I took on some of his emotions, his love to chase prey being one of them. My Maker understood my hate for blood on some nights, never once did he force it on me like other Makers would do, I'm sure. Instead my Viking would lay with me and tell me stories of his human years. Stories about queens and kings, princes and princesses, valiant warriors, and battles I had never heard of. Eric would hold me close and promise to keep me safe from anything and anyone. I was his little one, he would call me, and because of that I would always be well cared for.

His love for me was by no means conventional, we didn't have an eternal love in the sense that true love existed. No what we had was much different. It was a love forged out of obligation, his Maker promised me a life of freedom, and Eric would stand by his Maker's promise. His love for me grew from that obligation, I intrigued him. My willingness to endure pain, my endurance in life, my ever changing emotions, my blind faith and trust in him, that is what drove Eric to love me.

My own love for Eric was much different that his for me. I loved him for many reasons, none of them an obligation. When Eric turned me he also released his claim on me. He granted me eternity like he had promised. But when I woke and learned of his control over me I lost it.

"You promised me I would be free!"

"Little-One you are free, you have eternity to see the world, to do as you please to enjoy life. How is that not freedom?"

Godric was watching our argument from across the room, wisly staying quiet for the time being.

"I'm not free, you have a hold on me, you can make me do things, even if I don't want to do them. How is that free? I traded one Master for another." I said the last part with barley a whisper, it was true though. One Master gone and in his place was my Maker. In my last years as a human I had refused to cry, but this moment, when I learned I was still not free I cried. For the first time in so long, I wept. I was sliding to the floor in a ball of tears, knowing how pathetic I looked, but I couldn't seem to care. I felt a pair of strong arms around me, cradling me.

"Ssshhhh, Girl-child you need to calm yourself. This is hard for you I know, but you must calm yourself." It was Godric, he had finally decided to join our argument, I curled around his chest, wedging my face in the crook of his neck. I was like a baby the way he held me, we sat of the floor me sideways in his lap with my face buried like a child to tired to go to sleep. His strong arms holding me securely, always careful and ever watchful of my safety, I started to calm down slowly. Godric always had a way of calming me, unlike Eric who had no idea what to do with tears.

"Are you calm now Girl?" Why he asked I never understood, he could feel my emotions through Eric. Part of me thinks he did it so I would think I was in control. Another part of me hopes he asked because he never pried into the bond to feel my thoughts.

"Yes Godric, I'm calm." Although I was still sniffling I thought myself calm enough to listen.

"The bond between a Maker and Child is difficult to understand, it evolves with time. Constantly changing like the wind, it grows stronger ever night. Your bond with Eric is much the same. Yes he can command you to do something, I will not lie to you about that." I tensed in his arms, and his grip around me became stronger, I knew better than to struggle. "You must understand that as your Maker, Eric would never command you to do something that would cause you harm. Your bond with his is too deep, your pain causes him pain, you fear causes him to fear."

I was starting to understand what Godric was saying, I still didn't like that Eric could order me around but I was willing to accept Godric explanation that my pain would cause Eric pain. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause a fight, I just don't understand it all. I'm sorry Godric, I'm sure you have other things you could be doing that sitting on the floor with me." Most of my speech was mumbeled through his shoulder. I was embarrassed that Godric had to step in to explain things to me. I'm sure Eric was going to be angry with me for causing his Maker to step into our argument.

"Child, Eric will not be mad, I promise you. I will speak to him, all will be better, you'll see. And I truly do not mind sitting with you, I promised to care for you, remember?" Everything is so easy for Godric, he understands more than I will ever know. Words are easy for him, he is truly a great Maker and trusted friend.

"Come Girl, lets get off this ground and find Eric, I'm sure he is worried about you." Godric stood with be in his arms before gently setting me on my own two feet. He wiped the blood stained tears from my face, and kissed my forehead. "Eric will most likely be outside, it's where he has always gone to think or wallow in his own thoughts." Hand in hand we went in search of Eric, as always Godric was right. Eric sat outside under that stars, looking lost to the world. It was a rare moment when Eric let me see how confused he was about our bond. Where are places were with one another, I sometimes think he was just as confused as I was. These times made it easier for me, if we were both lost we could find it together.

Godric led me to stand in front of Eric, he places a kiss to my cheek before leaving us to talk. "Talk with her Eric, explain it to her like I did for you all those years ago. Asking her to follow you blindly with no reasoning is madness. You would have never followed me with out reason. Treat her the same. Or I will command you to." His speech left to room for argument, both Eric and I bowed are heads slightly in respect before Godric took his leave.

I stood in front of Eric not knowing what to do, was I allowed to simple touch my Maker when ever I wanted to? I hadn't realized in all these years I never initiated contact, Eric and Godric always reached out for me. Not once had I gone to them seeking comfort or affection. I was rooted in my spot no knowing what to do, Eric was my Maker and much like a Master I wasn't sure of my boundaries.

"It's moments like these that I realize how bad your childhood was." Eric broke my thoughts.

"What do you mean?"

His eyes looked right into mine, like he as willing me to understand.

"I am your Maker, but not you Master. You may seek anything you need from me Little-One. I will not fault or punish you. I have always come to you when you need comfort. Maybe that was wrong of me, it's led you to think I only give comfort when I feel it is needed. And that isn't true. I have spoiled you, and for good reason, but it has backfired on me. Initiating everything between us has left you confused, I can feel it." Eric paused to look at me; I nodded in agreement with what he said. "What ever you need, affection, kindness, love, it will be yours. I give it to you freely, all you have to do is take it."

I had not idea what he meant, how was I to take love from someone? Once again I was confused in the presence of my Viking. How does one take affection? Did he want me to tie him up and force him to hold me? I decided that perhaps trussing him up was to much, but if he wanted me to take affection from him, perhaps I could. I was nervous in a way I had never felt, my body was vibrating with it. I slowly steped closer to Eric, I made my way to his lap where I sat facing him, my legs on either side of his. Not once did he move, he simple sat there waiting for me to do something. I picked up his hands and placed them on my hips before moving my arms around his neck. I hid my face in that soft spot below his neck but not quite his shoulder. It took me a moment but eventually I relaxed into him. Content in his arms, I could stay here for eternity if he would allow it. His hands moved from my hips, in one split moment I was tense and scared. Maybe I had done something wrong. I tried to pull away but he wrapped his arms around my back one hand coming up to my shoulder blades, the other tangling in my long black hair.

"Relax Little-One, you did well." He was whispering in my ear. "When you need something you take it, do not wait idly by. Be fierce Little-One, I will never fault you for that. If I could I would go back and kill that vile man who hurt you all over again. But I can't he is already dead." I could feel his anger raging through our bond, I shivered. Eric held me closer, "Never will I be cruel to you like he was, I am your Maker, not your Master. I belong to you just as much as you belong to be. Remember that always."

I began to cry again, in all these years with him I had never known it was okay to take what I needed from him. Nor did I know how deep his love for me ran. He wasn't my Master, but I was his Child and he my Maker, our love was endless, it knew no bounds. His obligation to me set me free, and from there it grew to unrelenting love. We were both free, but not from each other, we belonged to one another and always would. Not mater how many times he told me,

"You free Little-One, I release my command over you. You are free to leave."

It would be close to four hundred years later when I would actually take his words to heart and leave.